A heartthrob? Here you go!

"Engagement?" Lin Hui's face turned cold, her eyes swept over the two people behind him, she let go of his hand, and said in a calm voice, "Come in and talk."

Song Jingshen thanked her and followed Lin Hui into the living room.

The living room was still decorated in a familiar way. Song Jingshen followed Lin Hui to the living room. She sat on the sofa and watched the people behind Song Jingshen place the gift boxes in their hands on the coffee table one by one. Her brows couldn't help but twitch for a moment.

After everyone put their things away, Lin Hui slowly said, "Tell me about it."

Cangmai turned his eyes to Song Jingshen, looking at the outstanding young man in front of him, Lin Hui asked:

"what do you mean."

Yu Ge rubbed his brows and shook off Fang Chi's hand with great effort. His brain felt a little dizzy and uncomfortable after drinking. He frowned and asked:

"Why did you drag me into your bedroom?"

Fang Chi came closer again, holding Yu Ge's shoulders and pushing him inwards: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to show you my new painting."

Yu Ge felt a little sleepy, and felt that being in this state in the bedroom was a bit weird and dangerous. He forced himself to look at the paintings and made a few perfunctory comments.

Before he had looked at many paintings, the person behind him suddenly stopped, leaned over to Yu Ge's ear, and whispered:

"Don't you want to see my paintings?"

Yu Ge shook his head: "No, I'm just a little tired."

"Then let's sit down and take a break. How about you sit and watch me dance ballet?"

Thinking about the spacious and bright environment of the dance studio, which would not be more ambiguous and dangerous than a private bedroom, Yu Ge nodded in agreement.

Seeing Yu Ge's rare confused look, Fang Chi curled his lips slightly, stood up straight, raised his hand to grab Yu Ge's hand, and placed it on the belt of his coat.

"Help me untie it." He coaxed in a hoarse voice.

Yu Ge subconsciously pulled his hand back: "Why are you untying it?"

"Ballet for you."

Yu Ge was stunned, and then he cleared his mind and took a step back to distance himself: "Aren't you going to the dance studio?"

"No need." Fang Chi smiled, not caring about Yu Ge's concession, and raised his hand to untie the loose laces himself.

He untied the belt and took off his coat, revealing the extremely thin, smooth silk long-sleeved trousers underneath, and the texture of his muscles was faintly visible.

Her waist and abdomen were slender and flexible, and on the convex and concave muscles, there was something like a chain wrapped around her waist, which was vaguely visible.

"No need to go to the dance studio, I'll dance on the bed for you."

As he spoke, his large white hands loosened and his expensive black cashmere coat fell to the ground.

A corner of his clothes was stained with tiny dust from the ground, but Song Jingshen didn't care at all. He just looked at Lin Hui seriously and spoke gently.

"Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Song Jingshen, and my father is Song Huanming. I currently work in the committee room of the Corona Building, and Xiaoyu and I have been dating for half a year."

"We started living together five months ago, and we are planning to make our relationship public soon, so I came to visit you first to apologize for hiding something from you before."

After saying that, Song Jingshen stood up, bowed deeply and respectfully, and then sat down.

Just as he sat down, he heard Lin Hui ask, "Did Xiaoyu ask you to keep it a secret?"

"No, it's all my fault. I'm not ready to meet you rashly..."

"No need to say so much."

Lin Hui interrupted him calmly, chewing on these three words: "Song Huanming..."

She lowered her eyes for a moment, opened the communicator, sent a message to Yu Ge, then raised her eyes to Song Jingshen and the elegant and expensive gift box on the table, and smiled:

"Song Huanming is the current governor? Are you the next one?"

Song Jingshen keenly noticed the change in Lin Hui's attitude, and his eyes quickly swept over the gift box on the table and his own clothes.

The gift box is simple, elegant and generous, and the clothes are also decent and formal.

What's the problem?

Song Jingshen responded slowly: "Yes."

"You are here to propose marriage, right?" Lin Hui stood up, grabbed the gift box and opened it directly.

"No, I just want to visit you, apologize to you, and tell you that Xiaoyu and I plan to further our relationship."

Song Jingshen felt more and more strange and weird in his heart, but still did not stop Lin Hui's overly rude and inappropriate behavior. While responding to her questions, he quickly recalled everything that had happened before and thought about it.

"Cigarettes and alcohol, these are very expensive, right?" Lin Hui asked casually.

"The price is secondary. What matters most is that you can see my sincerity."

What's the problem?

Song Jingshen stared at Lin Hui, patiently analyzing her facial language and body movements.

The rough and forceful movements when opening the gift box seemed to carry a hint of resentment and anger.

The frowned brows and curved lips, is this dissatisfaction?

Are you dissatisfied that the gift box is not valuable enough, or...

Song Jingshen patiently and carefully dug up his memories.

Whenever he proposed to meet and visit, Yu Ge repeatedly blocked him and made excuses, and when he was discharged from the hospital last time, Lin Hui had a completely different attitude towards Ye Qingyou, Ji Yan and others.

In an instant, he figured it out, and his big hands on his knees suddenly clenched.

"This pearl necklace--" A deep voice broke the silence in the room. Song Jingshen raised his eyes and met a pair of dark and gloomy eyes.

Lin Hui held the pink pearl necklace, looked at him intently and asked, "This pink color and brightness, this string of pearls is from the state of Lobolia."

"right?"